Today I get to go file my taxes, as my six-month extension is almost over.
I'm doing good. I'm neither surprised nor disappointed.
This Taco Bell flatbread thingy is yummy to my tummy!
He's fine. I was really worried because they took me to a little room and
made me wait without telling me anything except the doctor had some
information for me.
I haven't heard anything about Buddy yet. I guess they'd call me if got
loose and tore the place to shreds. I wouldn't put it past him.
Poor Buddy is so scared.
Come to think of it, that was weird, that they were parked right
where I'd chosen to turn around.
Today Buddy gets to go to the vet for a haircut. He's a holy terror, so he
has to be sedated first. Poor Buddy.
I feel guilty, but I think that it's just too late.
Managed to catch Nugget, now it's off to the vet.
What am I supposed to say right now? I'm tired of playing the guessing game,
and guessing wrong.
Getting examined for new glasses today. They're having a 2-for-1 sale. I'm
also going to have them check this annoying blind spot I have in my left
It's really trafficky this morning. I don't know why for sure, but I suspect a conspiracy.
That is all, just wow.
Now I guess we're going to Red Lobster. I haven't been there for a while.
Too bad I already ate a million tater lots about an hour ago.
I need clothes. Maybe I'll go shopping. Too bad I have to put on clothes to
go buy clothes.
That's what Buddy is.
I wonder if I'll be relieved.
...of a sort.
I'm not having any fun. I should go somewhere.
I'm cautiously optimistic that this might finally be enough. Grrr.
I hope the weekend is good. It's been a shitty week and I'm glad it's Friday.
Sometimes it seems like I really do work in a weirdo factory.
I guess seven hours of tossing and turning is enough.
I'm going to bed now. I hope I don't dream.
If anyone met me now, they'd want nothing to do with me, and I wouldn't
blame them a bit. The only reason that anybody puts up with me is because of
I should have gone straight home. I'm sad today. Unfit...
I'm really enjoying myself today.
I've been thinking the same thing, about all of this.
Random hot chicks are awesome.
...I miss you.
What sucks is that what I want doesn't exist, but my desire is unabated.
This week is going by way too slowly.
That was very nice. Now that it's over, I'm sad again.
I'm getting excited! Not in that way, you pervert.
It's way too early.
...that things were different. Had been different. Whatever.
How dry I am...
Well, that's just fucking fantastic...
Poor Picklepie is sitting outside meowing to come inside. He's breaking my heart.
Abracadabra!!!... Hocus Pocus!... Presto?...
Still waiting for the call that it's time to go to work. This went beyond
ridiculous about twelve hours ago.
What a beautiful girl.
At least two more hours. So much for my Saturday.
What a great kid.
Some people need to be spanked. Hard.
I was just thinking about something funny. He had no clue that I was in bed with her.
Now HatGirl is mad at me.
I miss being up at these hours.
Wake me when this is over.
There are a lot of very short, very ugly people here. I suspect a conspiracy.
It's either stupessary or necestupid. I can't decide.
There's a word. I'm not going to use the word because it's not very nice,
but there is definitely a word.
I might buy a car. Because I really need a fourth car.
...same as the first.
Sticking my head in the sand this morning. Goofy, but necessary.
Again? This time? How can I not see this as a "fuck off" and who on Earth
would blame me for returning that sentiment?
Why is it that a cat can always be underfoot, weaving around your feet and
trying to trip you, but as soon as you schedule an appointment to get its
balls removed, it's nowhere to be found?
I feel like I slept for a million years, and I'm wondering what bizarre new world the sunrise will reveal.
And still I manage to be surprised and disappointed, every fucking time.
Fine, be that way.
Wow, this show is awesome.
I got to see HatGirl for the first time in 73-billion years.
That was fun and useful.
It can't be morning already, I distinctly remember my head hitting the
pillow and that couldn't have been more than five minutes ago.
...but especially the truths.
Even the lies...
My problem is that I remember.
Sometimes the right thing is also the stupid thing.
I've got an urge to go buy a new camcorder. I don't know why.
I went to the store and bought a bunch of yummy looking stuff. Now I can't
decide what to eat.
I can feel my resolve fading away. I hate it when that happens.
It could have been a great story, but instead it's kinda lame.
Now the night took a turn for the better.
That fuckhead is here now.
I think I've made my point.
I knew it would be a good day.
Happy anniversaries. So there.
If you bend a piece of metal back and forth enough times, it will break. Sometimes I conveniently forget that fact.
This should be a good day. I hope so.
There's a dude here who looks just like Dana Carvey, except taller I think.
This is the sssssslllllllooooowwweeesstttttttt day ever.
Too relieved to sleep, apparently.
Buddy is fine, just naughty.
Nugget is fine. Just fat.